The first thousand and seventy-fifth chapters get you cold
Hai Qingfu smiled helplessly and nodded.
So he walked over, picked up a black landline phone, and dialed it hands-free to Tong, the leader of North Japan.
Xie Yuan sat on the sofa, took a few deep breaths, wiped his hair, and sorted out his emotions.
But it was obvious that his face looked a little ugly.
The phone was connected and the call was connected after two rings.
Tong's old voice rang out that day, speaking in Yanxia dialect: "Haha, thank you, Lord, my old friend, good evening, good evening!"
He speaks Yanxia dialect very well, and even Luoshi dialect very well.
Because before he succeeded the country, he kept in mind his father Tong Yuecheng's last words: he must learn the Yanxia language well, he must make good or bad relations with Yanxia, and most importantly, he must learn the Luoshi language well, and Luoshi talents must
He is the one who can best suppress that bunch of cowards in Yanxia!
Xie Yuan responded calmly: "Oh, okay. Lord, what's the matter today? I'm so anxious this late at night. Is it an avalanche on Baipi Mountain?"
This is a bit ironic.
In the eyes of the North Japanese people, Baipi Mountain is their holy mountain.
Their ancestors came down from the mountains and unified the Japanese continent.
Japanese continent?
Yes, the Japanese people have always been proud of themselves, and a peninsula as big as that can be called a mainland.
Saying that there was an avalanche in Baipi Mountain is a taboo among Japanese people.
What's more, what about the Northern Japanese royal family, which claims to be the descendant of the Baekpi Mountain deity?
However, Tong was not angry that day, and his voice was much softer: "Oh, Mr. Xie Yuan, you are really good at predicting things! Isn't it? There was a big avalanche in Baipi Mountain tonight, and the towns under the mountain were all destroyed.
A lot was ruined.”
"This winter, our granary was buried, and many people suffered! At this time, we can only think of our good big brother, the Yanxia Empire!"
Xie Yuan said calmly: "What a good brother?"
"Yes, isn't it? My good brother."
In fact, this old boy Tong is almost 70 years old, much older than Xie Yuan.
But people are so thick-skinned.
"Tell me, how much food do you need?" Xie Yuan didn't bother to talk to him and went straight to the topic.
"Haha, thank you, Lord, for your generosity. Thank you, thank you! I want to thank you on behalf of the two million North Korean people under Baipi Mountain..."
"Stop talking nonsense, how much do you want?"
"200,000 tons of corn, 400,000 tons of wheat, hehe..."
Tong's laughter that day was a bit shameless.
Xie Yuan really wanted to shrink down to his feet, rush to the Imperial Palace of Beiwaxian, and give this old grandson a slap in the face.
Such a loud tone?
Eunuch Hai was listening nearby and his head was pounding.
You bitch, you really dare to speak!
This damn thing is going to cost about 800 million in cash at the wholesale price!
Xie Yuan took a deep breath and said, "100,000 tons of corn, 200,000 tons of wheat, no more."
"Hey, thank you, Your Majesty, we are really annoyed here! It was really difficult to reduce grain production last year. Please do a good job! Otherwise, your two aircraft carriers may not be able to tow them away. Alas,
The soldiers under my command, well, I can’t control them, they are old..."
Xie Yuan slapped his hand on the table, "Don't talk to me about this! If you have a dog, you have to listen to me, right? Now that you are better, you can seize our ship? Who gave you the information, do you think
I don’t know?”
"Hehe, hehe..." Tong smiled awkwardly that day, and his laughter was a little weird, "Okay, okay, 100,000 tons of corn, 200,000 tons of wheat, I agree, I agree. The goods have arrived, the ship
It must be allowed, it must be allowed.”
"Okay, that's it! If you play tricks again, I will dig up your ancestral graves!"
Xie Yuan didn't want to keep messing with him. If he tried again, he would definitely ask for money.
On the spot, he hung up the phone.
Who knew, Tong would call again that day.
Xie Yuan refused to answer.
The other party continued to fight.
Eunuch Hai stood nearby, speechless, and cursed: "This old bitch has no shame."
Xie Yuan was also depressed, so he had to answer the call again, and said quietly: "Tong, what else do you want to say that day?"
"Oh, hehe, I want to ask when Big Brother will visit North Japan for fresh food? I'll treat you to cold noodles!"
"Don't eat, no time, goodbye!"
Xie Yuan hung up the phone again and cursed: "Last time I ate that cold noodle, I had diarrhea, and I ate it again this time? You're going to get lost!"
I'm still a little nervous, I hope this old grandson won't hit me.
As a result, Tong really didn’t fight that day.
Hai Qingfu breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, I finally appeased this bed bug. There is nothing I can do about it, my lord."
Xie Yuan was so angry that he took a cigarette and lit it, and then said: "Qingfu, tell me to go down and allocate the corn and wheat we imported from the Migui people according to the quantity. We will try to distribute them to Beiwa within three days."
fresh."
Hai Qingfu's eyes widened, "Ah! Your Majesty, those are used for feed, genetically modified corn and wheat! They are cheap, but people can eat them..."
"Things that are not human are worthy of being eaten. It would be better if they are eaten until they become extinct!"
"Haha, it won't lead to extinction, not at all. But the nutritional value is indeed not good, and we have saved a lot of money! The king is wise!"
Xie Yuan waved his hand, "Okay, okay, stop using flattery. Can flattery be achieved, or can it be a big deal? When I visited North Japan last year, I watched those people burst into tears when they saw Tong Dang.
The way you look, shouting long live Tong that day, isn’t it flattering? I’m quite disgusted. Alas... the people of this country are living worse than pigs and dogs!”
Hai Qingfu shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Yes, life is indeed not that good..."
Xie Yuan nodded, stood up, looked at the night outside the window, and couldn't help but nod and smile again.
"Xiao Song, this guy is really capable of causing trouble. Look, he's got the aircraft carrier."
Hai Qingfu smiled and said, "Yes, it's quite capable. I just don't know, what is the connection between this aircraft carrier and bringing back the remains of 108 war souls?"
"I can't figure this out either. Xiao Song doesn't act according to common sense. But obviously, it must be related and useful!"
"Well, Xiao Song is really a great scholar of the country!"
"Well, Master, Master..." Xie Yuan nodded, lowered his head and took several deep puffs of cigarette.
He said nothing more and had no idea what was going on in his mind.
Eunuch Hai, who has been with him for so long, can't figure it out. He just feels that his master's heart may be a little complicated...
In the far east, Song Sanxi and Amu were resting separately.
After a while, Song Sanxi took action and went to the bathroom.
When he went to the bathroom, he saw two soldiers from Beiping, staring at him with guns.
Of course, when he went in and closed the door, no one followed him.
After a while, Song Sanxi came out, lay down on the bed, and said calmly: "Amu, you should go to the bathroom, don't wet the bed... Oh, you peed on the sofa. Haha..."
Amu is also quite smart, how could he not know what his master means?
When the master got up and went to the bathroom, he naturally woke up and just closed his eyes to rest.